Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

"The First Emperor is awesome! The Great Qin Army is awesome!" Qian Song shouted from the bottom of his heart.

The tiger talisman given by His Majesty the First Emperor is really too powerful.

He only summoned a few (10) soldiers, if he directly summoned 500 army figurines, would it be okay?

The most important thing is that each of these Qin soldiers seems to be "enchanted", and the small crossbow arrows they shoot are like mortars. They are simply "mythical Qin soldiers". Who can stand up to this?

Fortunately, there is still a limit of "the duration of the summoning during the day is only 3 minutes", otherwise wouldn't it be a direct push?

Of course, Qian Song would not underestimate himself, his own avatars are also very powerful.

Isn't it?The monster has now been broken down by those thorns until there is not even a dregs left.

It's just a pity that these avatars didn't get much benefit from each - the monster was only that long and wide, and if it was squashed, rounded, and cut into noodles, it could only make so many big pots of noodles, which looked pretty good. There are many, but being so divided by 8888 clones is not enough to even plug the gap between the teeth.

It’s like your family treats guests and cooks a large table of meals. As a result, there are too many guests and the neighborhood where your house is located is crowded, so I ask you if there is enough food for one table?How to divide?

Qian Song was a little upset. Although all the preparations this time were useful, the benefits he got didn't seem too rich.

Take stock:

1. A set of "second structure" equipment.

2. The fully sequenced genome of the Skrulls.

3. Some information about the conspiracy against Iron Man.

4. Gone.

As for discovering that he can transform into a second stage and the actual effect of the Tiger Talisman, this is not the actual benefit he got this time, but Qian Song's self-discovery, which doesn't count.

As the saying goes, "Earning less is equal to losing money." Qian Song, who has always been careful about his budget, has always been a person who would scrape two taels of meat off the legs of mosquitoes, so he is not reconciled.

So, he sat directly on the floor and began to frantically switch consciousness among all the clones - he wanted to see if there was any remaining monster flesh on the clones that had turned into thorns.

This is actually a kind of supplementary knife. After all, the thorns of these thorns are too thick, and the monster seems to have been completely disassembled, but what if?What if there is still a little bit of debris stuck to some dead corner?

No matter how precise the meat grinder is, there are gaps, right?

In order to get rid of the future troubles forever, cut the weeds and root out the roots, and also to find out the possible "mosquito legs", Qian Song went all out.

At this moment, he is Grande himself!

It only takes Qiansong 0.1 second to check the avatars every time from switching to consciousness, and it took him nearly 8888 minutes to check 15 avatars.

In the end, it really made him find the tiny flesh that can only be seen with a magnifying glass.

This is a small meat ball grown from the somatic cells of a monster for more than ten minutes, only about 50/ the size of a sesame seed.

Fortunately, the meat ball did not stick to the barb, but stuck to the root of the thorn.

"Haha! Great." Qian Song excitedly controlled the thorn of thorns, turned it into a human form, pinched the small ball of flesh that was still growing tenaciously in his hand, and said with a smile: "The reason why I can When I found this little thing, I firstly want to thank my parents in my previous life, who gave me such a wise and capable person. Secondly, I want to thank my class teacher in the second grade of junior high school. He said, 'Be bold and careful.' I will always remember this sentence. Yu Xin, finally I want to thank CCT..."

It's a pity that no one can understand Qian Song's "Award Acceptance Speech"-style jokes, and the Ant-Man next to him is like a goose, who can only shout 666.

After removing all the avatars that had become "thorns of thorns", Qian Song went to a distance and was still lying on the ground next to the flesh avatar that had digested the genes of the Skrulls, and stuffed the moss of flesh that had grown to the size of an ant into it. In the mouth of the physical body.

Since you want to evolve, let’s evolve in the most violent direction!

Qian Song's expectation for this flesh and blood clone is: the strongest body in the universe!

………………

Downtown Los Angeles.

The riots continued.

Such a chaotic scene, people who didn't know it might have thought it was Gotham City next door to DC's house.

The traffic on the street was chaotic, many traffic lights were smashed, and there were rampant cars everywhere.

Among them, there are 3 people sitting in a speeding black car:

The driver was a beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was covered in cold sweat and looked panicked. She kept wiping her tears while driving;

There were two people sitting in the back row—Quentin Baker, and James.

Quentin's expression was also very anxious. If it wasn't for the fact that James had a hideous alien head growing out of his chest and was still staring at him intently, he would have resisted a long time ago.

"Relax." The strange-shaped head said in a rough voice, "I don't eat people."

Mystery guest Quentin thought you were lying to ghosts?You don't eat people, how can you be worthy of your fierce appearance?

"Stop crying." The alien head passed through the gap between the seats, stretched out in front of the beautiful woman, and threatened: "I can hear the heartbeat of the fetus in your belly. If you cry again, I will eat it!"

Emma was so frightened that she trembled all over. She held the steering wheel with one hand and covered her mouth with the other desperately, not daring to make a sound.

"You...don't hurt her and the child!" Quentin mustered up his courage and said, "You...you just said you don't eat people..."

"Oh, yes." The alien head nodded, "The premise is that you know how to cooperate... When you see the master later, you can answer whatever is asked, otherwise... hum."

Quentin stopped talking. This thing seems to have a limited IQ. It has been repeating these few words since getting in the car.

James himself looked dull, as if he was just a puppet host, as if he had cerebral palsy.

…………

Speechless all the way.

ten minutes later.

The car stopped on a coastal road, Quentin and his fiancee Emma got out of the car, and were escorted to the beach by the sea.

It was already afternoon, and the sun was no longer as dazzling as it was at noon. Lying on a lounge chair on the beach was a green figure.

Next to this man, stood a white giant at least 5 meters tall. The giant's wall-like body cast a huge shadow on the beach.

"Ah~ I haven't basked in the sun like this for a long time, it's so cool!" The person on the recliner seemed to hear the footsteps behind him, sat up from the recliner, and stretched his waist: "Sure enough, photosynthesis is still comfortable!"

After finishing speaking, the green pigment on his body surface quickly faded, turning back to human skin color.

A seabird hovered and landed on the shoulder of the giant next to him. The giant did not drive it away, but smiled gently and even breathed lighter, for fear of scaring the little bird.

Quentin looked at this strange pair with doubts on his face. In his eyes, there was no doubt that these two were superpowers. He didn't know what the other party was trying to find him for.

He wasn't too scared, because from the outside, these two people looked much more pleasing to the eye than the strange-shaped head protruding from James' chest, and they didn't look like villains.

"Excuse me..." Quentin was interrupted by Qian Song waving his hand as soon as Quentin opened his mouth.

"Please wait a moment, let me make a call first." Qian Song said with a smile.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

A pleasant cell phone rang, it was Quentin's fiancée, Emma's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Emma answered the phone tremblingly.

"212653681" Qian Song's voice came from the phone, and he reported a series of numbers.

Emma was trembling all over, her face was pale, her legs were weak and she took several steps back, looking at the back of Qian Song's head in horror: "You...how do you know..."